Touch the Sky Egg

Tall, long, or stretched this egg appears as a long oval and oddly sits standing upright and proud. Pale blue settles along the tip of the egg, gentle puffs of white speckled unevenly along the blues . The other half of the eggs tip shifts into a dimgray-blue, obviously tainted by something unseen. Beneath the pale blue, triangular shaped vibrant brown shoots upward, proud, breaking into the horizon and teasing blue with a gentle touch. Supported by shades of red, colored like blood both fresh and old, the blue and triangular browns taunt the pebbled white that rests at the base of the egg, looming above those who would stand at the base. To the dimgray-blue, rectangular shapes of bright metallic grey and silvers stab forth without the gentle touch of the triangular browns. Silver and grays taunt and threaten, blocking out most of what was once pale blue. Pebbles of white now are a deep, unwelcoming black beneath the looming beams of silver and gray, threatening those that stand beneath it.


A Galaxy Way Over There Egg

The infinite fabric of space stretches black and deep over the curved shell of this small egg. Speckled flecks of distant star light seem streaked, as if the viewer is moving closer and closer to the egg at very fast speeds. Drawn in, there are sudden flashes of color when the light hits the shell just right, illusions of red and blue crossing and drawing away again. A hazy aura of blue circles the egg's apex, shimmering down like thin veils of gossamer fabric.


Fractured Under Pressure Egg

Is this egg already cracking?! Oh no! Someone get a dragonhealer! Oh. Wait. Never mind. But the panic is understandable, when one takes a look at this egg. The rather bland shell of this oval egg is crisscrossed with unmistakable fractures, dark in color with a thin band of internal red. But it's all in the perception, as the shell is intact and smooth to the touch, though perhaps a bit warmer than it should be. Is it sick? Should someone get that dragonhealer after all? What if it's ill? What if there's something wrong with it?! What if it doesn't hatch in time and what if it hatches too early then what's going to happen?!


Walk the Broken Wall Egg

Greens and grays mingle in blocky sections upon this egg, each striving to gain dominance, and neither seeming to succeed. Patches of gray - some darker, some lighter - lay together, like stones built upwards in a once great structure, creeping upwards towards the narrow end of the egg, the general shape of a tower stretching above a lower wall. And yet, despite the strength of the stone, the rich greens of new vegetation seem to be gaining traction, peeking from between sections of gray, leafy shapes flowing over the walls, and threatening to tear down the tower. The variation in green hues is wide, from darker jungle green in the shadows, to a pale yellow-green, as the rays of sunlight dance downwards.


Sound of Magic Egg

Small, beige and oblong, this egg would probably fail to make much of an impression if it weren't for the huge splash of color that settles on its exact center - a smooth oval of purplish blue that's almost perfect in its symmetry. A tiny rounded rectangle of the same color sprouts from one of the curving sides, while a line of dark holes march vertically down the center of the indigo backdrop. Spirals of silvery white seem to swirl outwards from the central blob of purple, the lines blurring into a mini cyclone of creams, tans and whites. Miniscule flecks of green, brown and pure white seem to be caught in the spiralling eddies of wind, as though leaves, motes of light and other debris were trapped within. It's even possible to see the vague impressions of shapes within the seemingly random streaks of color that surround the indigo centerpiece - the shape of a galloping runner, the curve of a fishing rod and the serene outline of a face with closed eyes. Who knows what other mysteries this egg may hold?


Ruled by Superstition and the Sword Egg

Dreary would be one word to describe this egg, with a good portion of its shell marred by neutral hues of umber, tan and sepia browns that come together in mixed overlapping and subtle patterns much like dirt and stone to form what appears like a broad cliffside palisade that curves gradually upwards to a massive and towering, well fortified castle. Cool grays and ash make their appearance then, lending stark contrast to outline more of the illusion, broken cleanly by pale hues of beige and hints of orange and yellow as though lit from the first rays of the morning sun from one side. It lends a classic halved look, dark and cold and warmth and light evenly upon the stone-like structure and complimented further by the pastel oranges and orange-yellow and pinks that fade upwards to a greyish purple then deep blue like a pre-dawn sky behind it. Beneath it, a swath of steel and cyan blue stretches out, a glimmer of ocean or the sea far below and capped by a small streak of taupe that tapers just enough to create the impression of some faraway and distant mountains. It lends a rather secluded feeling to the castle, perched and almost floating on the very edge of the cliff, a long standing sentinel of stone overlooking the sea below and the lands above.


Bring Order to Chaos Egg

Starting a bright pristine white at the top, the egg's smooth shell fades to a rich blue that gradually darkens into a rich and dark steel blue that pools along the broad lower half, the end disappearing and buried under the sands. Seemingly etched into the surface are curved lines of light blue that arch up either side of the egg in rounded shapes, giving the appearance of stained glass though lacking the dazzling array of colors. The design frames the shell, fanning out and up with the tips gracefully curved as though to form the mirror image of two outstretched stylized feathered wings reaching for the tip. In the center, where the shell is primarily white rests two ochre hued circles, the smaller nestled between the larger and from the center of the smallest various sharp edged lines stretch out, much like a sun burst, to overlap the other and the design of the wings beneath it. Each seems equally spaced, linear and almost mathematical despite the artistic flare, with the points being shortest on top and the rest extending lower and the longest set as 'center' as one can be on a curved shell.


Roads Not Required Egg

Murky swaths of gray and deep blue circle over the surface of this squat egg like a sky of turbulent storm clouds. Blobs of deep iron hues roil together in an angry mass, the colors blurred together as though moving at high speeds. Streaks of silver slice across the dreary hues in sleeting patches, while a forked tongue of brightest white traces down one side of the egg in a jagged slash of brightness. Patches of blurred forest green and dirt brown spread over the bottom of the shell like a wind-swept stand of trees, the earthy colors interspersed with patches of smooth black. As subdued and dark as the colors are, it's fairly easy to spot the one feature that sticks out like a sore thumb - twin parallel trails of flickering fire leap in an ascending spiral across the backdrop of gray, the paths blazing hotly in the wake of some invisible force before fading away into the blackness.


Heart of Eternity Egg

Open, empty darkness edges the curved horizons of this average ovoid. The depths of space stretch eternally in all directions, but not empty by any sense. Filled with life and promise it is etched upon the surface of this shell in the bright spiral arms of a galaxy that glitters with countless points of colored light. It is a slowly swirling mass of stars that counts ages in spans nearly beyond imagining, certainly beyond our own mortal lives. Driving the engine of this great mass, laying at the very heart of the galaxy is a single point hidden behind the brightness of the surrounding stars. One might think it must be the biggest star which shines brightest to drive such an engine, but the harder one looks the more elusive that central point. It is instead as if there is an empty nothingness. Something you can't quite put your finger on, or focus your eyes to see. A singularity point where normal rules no longer apply, where the very fabric of space may be torn and time itself cease in the forever.


Like An Illusion Egg

Oddly shaped, this egg appears as if it were two eggs small placed over the other before forming into one odd blob. The shell of the egg appears to gleam in the light, any angle in which it is viewed, the gleam of light against the shell reflects. Like glass, it appears to reflect the image of what stands before it or, behind it. The sands in which it rests appear to be within it, settling into the curves where the two meet. Pale yellows and dull beige appear to trickle from the top of the egg, down into the base where it never seems to change in amount despite how often the grains appear to fall. An illusion of the mind, perhaps as there is no true movement at all. Or is there?